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[b][color=Turquoise]Name:[/color][/b] Rajun

[b][color=Turquoise]Age:[/color][/b] 19

[b][color=Turquoise]Role&Kingdom:[/color][/b] Caravan Traveler in the Kingdom of Bellvar

[b][color=Turquoise]Skill and/or Weapon:[/color][/b] Rajun uses different movements learned from the martial art dances that he has picked up on over the years. Using knowledge of certain pressure points and the like. He also carries along an ornate dagger that curls a little at the tip for when there's some kind of weapons' fighting involved. He also knows the basic means to survive, such as the poisonous bugs from the not, how to start a fire from only rock, and how to sew. While not much when it comes to heavy combat, Rajun has beautiful dancing that can earn him a great deal of money and charm the swindlers that try to take his valuables.

[b][color=Turquoise]Personality:[/color][/b] Rajun is the quiet type, he takes what life throws at him and kind of coasts along with the happenings of change. It may seem like he has just given up on the world, and that's how he sees life a lot, but something always pulls him back to reality. He's a helping hand when you need it and a good listener when you're feeling down or depressed. Because of this, he's usually the only one that doesn't slip away when Maella starts to chatter, becoming the silent companion that shadows behind the spirited woman. He doesn't care if anyone throws insults at him, but will get rather riled up if they say anything about the things and people he cares about. At the moment, the only thing he really has are the clothes on his back, his dagger, and his friend Maella though.

[b][color=Turquoise]Biography:[/color][/b] From the very beginning, Rajun was put into the traveler life. His mother was a beautiful dancer that would always get many requests... but she was also a slave. Working under a master who loved to have his own "circus" of entertainers. The boy was born of a client that fraternized a little too much with his mother, but refused to take the both of them in when he found out she was with child. For the beginning of his life, he was made to be an errand boy, and do daily chores. When their master found that he was a great dancer himself, he set him to cross-dressing.

This went on for a few years until Rajun started to build muscle. His dances were then switched to be the dance partner of the girls in the troupe. Made to do acts that were akin to musicals- except to dance and move their bodies instead of singing. The boy always had the strangest tan lines with all this kind of work along with the girls, but the boy just loved to dance with his mother.

It was when their troupe was attacked by bandits that things went south. Rajun did his best to be able to save his mother and the other girls, but they were all soon captured. Their master was killed and they were all to be sold off again when his mother helped him escape. She was killed for her actions and Rajun wasn't able to save the women he had grown up with. Now he has joined a caravan, hoping that one day he might meet these women again.

[b][color=Turquoise]Appearance:[/color][/b] While Rajun is rather slim, no one would be able to pass him off as a girl with the lack the extremely flat chest that he has. The boy's lean frame makes him look weaker than he actually is and he likes it that way, able to take on others with the strategy of surprise. He doesn't care much for too many layer of clothes, seeing as he was raised to wear the clothing of a dancer. He keeps his outfit to use when he needs to raise a bit of extra coin and doesn't have a shred of physical modesty.

[b][color=Turquoise]Extra:[/color][/b] 
-He's friend with Maella! 
-There may be a secondary character for him in the future with the Crown Prince arc.
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[hider=King Adhémar de Hiertania] 

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[b][color=662d91]Name:[/color][/b] King Adhémar de Hiertania

[b][color=662d91]Age:[/color][/b] 43

[b][color=662d91]Role&Kingdom:[/color][/b] King of the Kingdom of Hiertania

[b][color=662d91]Skill and/or Weapon:[/color][/b] Adhémar was always the more studious kind of person, choosing the pen over the sword. When it comes to battles and war, he would leave the command to his brother. Adhémar does have training with a rapier and different kinds of fencing along with how to use a spear and battle axe, but his skills have grown dull over the years of sticking to the castle and his throne room. Adhémar has never wished to gain more land besides what his father earned, seeking to gain more discipline over the Kingdom that he controls.

[b][color=662d91]Personality:[/color][/b] Adhémar is the kind of person that never smiles and is always strict. He believes actions are better to tell then speaking of your emotions and believes that one should always have the very best education. He is always adamant about making specific policies and making sure everything is in order and in control. Adhémar believes that conformity and likeness is the key to having a steady Kingdom and thinks that uniqueness is different and unknown, that the unpredictability will inevitably lead to ruin and trouble.

He treats his family the same. Keep to your social class and the proper way to act and he will favor you. The first born will take on the responsibilities of the family, while the youngest needs the most attention so that they will not run wild. The middle child must never outshine his older brother and keep to being the right-hand man.

[b][color=662d91]Biography:[/color][/b] The first seven years of Adhémar's life were full of fun and joy. Adhémar didn't think that his mother's abilities were different from other peoples and everyone loved him as the crown prince. That all changed when his twin brother and sister Adrian and Ariana were born. Suspicion and unrest came out from the servants of the crown that a new witch had been born. Lords and advisors who hated Adhémar's queen mother told him stories of witches and how she was just lying in wait to bring ruin to the kingdom. The boy became more studious in his studies, trying to find the answers to all the meddlesome unanswered questions the hateful advisors had brought up.

Adhémar was met up with the tales of the past. Witches were burned, they reeked havoc and killed many, torturing and cursing the innocent. He began to fear and hate the woman who had given birth to him, thinking of his father as a fool who had been seduced and enslaved by the witch. His little sister didn't help her mother's case either. The girl was unruly and out of control, never acting like a proper young woman. Adrian, his younger brother he viewed with a certain amount of comradeship. He was a good enough brother to put as the commander of his future armies, though he was a bit too headstrong for Adhémar's taste.

Soon enough his father had died and his Witch Mother left to who knows where. With them out of the way, Adhémar set the decree to have Ariana on house arrest for the rest of her days, and under heavy watch, in a small summer house to the northwest reaches of the Kingdom, there if she did cause any ruckus, it wouldn't cause ruin to the castle. Neither his mother, the former Queen's name or his sister's name was to be uttered in Adhémar's presence, the only one that had that right was his younger brother who he just couldn't get to shut up. But that didn't matter, because Adrian was off to battle and did not return for many decades to come.

Adhémar married Dilara, a flowering princess of the Kingdom of Prigorwen. He was happily living out his days with her and his soon to be first son when his brother Adrian brought news that Ariana had died and left a baby girl. There wasn't much the King could do but take her in under the guise of using her as a political princess to be used for marriage in later years. There had been no accounts of witchery from the guards that watched his sister, so he thought the witch's magic had fully been weeded out.

Many years later his wife Dilara had birthed him three sons. She took to doting on their third son all the time, while giving happy smiles and encouragement to her other children and niece. It was with great sadness that she died from sickness soon enough, the doctor's not able to do much to stop it, she had been hiding her illness for too many years. The husband Adhémar's last bit of affection slipped away and he became even stricter than before, outlawing any foreigner without strong relations, especially those decrepit Lutairians. 

But soon, it seemed that Adhémar was growing weaker, he wasn't able to sit at his desk for the many hours he used to and his throat started to taste of acid. The King soon fell into a coma that no one could wake him up out of, using his will to name his younger brother Adrian as Regent King until he awoke.

[b][color=662d91]Appearance:[/color][/b] With longer dark brown hair that has slipped into a deep gray from his age and stress, the King sits with a short beard without a mustache and a ceaseless frown. He is smaller than his brother and hates for others to know it, usually sitting on his throne or at his desk. As he gets sicker and sicker, the meat on his bones have started to shrink and wrinkles start to bag under his eyes.

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[hider=Rosetta, Mirabelle, and Dulcie]
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[b]Name:[/b] [color=f6989d]Rosetta,[/color] [color=tan]Mirabelle,[/color] [color=fff79a]Dulcie[/color]

[b]Age:[/b] Rosetta&Dulcie - 20, Mirabelle - 24

[b]Role&Kingdom:[/b] The Personal Maids of the Crown Prince of Hiertania

[b]Skill and/or Weapon:[/b] Most of the Crown Prince's favorite clothes are sewed by none other than the three maids themselves. They follow the route of clean, sew, and [s]play[/s] keep everything orderly and make sure everything is a peaceful environment for the future king. These three are usually kept up in the Crown Prince's room doing who knows what, but sometimes they can be find to be very skillful at the art of gossip! The three don't have any combat experience, but they will put themselves on the line to protect their master. As long as they aren't daydreaming and giggling about who they ship with who, the girls' do their duties with great pleasure.

[b]Personality:[/b]
[i][color=f6989d]Rosetta&[/color][color=fff79a]Dulcie:[/color][/i] These two are the real mischevious ones. No one knows how they haven't gotten caught and fired by the King, always running around and poking their heads into everyone's business. They love the game of teasing any unlikely suspect and that of course includes people such as the crown prince and the Regent King. There's no fun in doing things such as teasing the second prince, but they'll do anything they can to pull pranks on that silly ninny Anatole who has to have [i]everything[/i] perfect. The personal servant of the Regent King is always trying to get on their cases as well. While identical twins, Rosetta is usually the brains of the operation, while Dulcie is the best when it comes to action.

[i][color=tan]Mirabelle:[/color][/i] While the girl may look like she wouldn't dream of getting involved with these little pranks, she gets pulled into them a little too much. She's known as the small 'voice of reason' in the group that usually gets drowned out by the majority vote, aka Rosetta and Dulcie. She loves to cook and can usually be found baking some kind of new treat for the Crown Prince to eat as well. She's the little goody two shoes of the group.

[b]Biography:[/b]
[i][color=f6989d]Rosetta&[/color][color=fff79a]Dulcie:[/color][/i] The two identical twins were born from a maid and a butler that worked for a noble family that had always been in good graces with the King. Unfortunately for them, the noble family only had its fame in name only and was growing poorer by the decade. Unable to have so many servants, the two twins were sent as a gift to the palace and soon moved up the servant food chain to work for the crown prince. A set of dutiful twins as personal maids always had an interesting reputation that the King could show off when talking about his first born.

[i][color=tan]Mirabelle:[/color][/i] Mirabelle was born from a stable hand and commoner that never seemed to have enough money. Her mother died from overwork soon after she reached the age of twelve and both her and her father went to find work in the capital. As luck would have it, the castle was in need of extra servants to work in the stables. Mirabelle worked her hardest to gain the privilege of maid and then to work for the Crown Prince. While Rosetta and Dulcie had an edge with their past experience and looks, Mirabelle had to work from the ground up.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Rosetta and Dulcie are twins with long black hair that is usually in some kind of braided bun, while Mirabelle has medium length light brown hair that is a bit hard to look kept and is usually in some kind of tight bun. The girls do their best to look proper when out of the Crown Prince's quarters, but inside the twins like to keep their hair down in braids and by the end of the day Mirabelle's bun falls to a messy low bun.
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[hider=Galeran Belet]
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[b][color=8dc73f]Name:[/color][/b] Galeran Belet

[b][color=8dc73f]Age:[/color][/b] 29

[b][color=8dc73f]Role&Kingdom:[/color][/b] Personal Servant of the Regent King of Hiertania 
[s]Caretaker of the Crown Prince[/s]

[b][color=8dc73f]Skill and/or Weapon:[/color][/b] From very young, Galeran has been nurtured to be the perfect manservant with a great talent in providing such things as refreshments and working under pressure. While not one of the finest cooks in the castle, Galeran has gained expertise at making good quality snacks and different pastries thanks to working for Adrian, the Regent King. 

When coming to his weapon, Galeran uses a thin rapier. As strength isn't exactly one of his strong suits, he instead focuses on speed and accuracy. Avoiding attacks by the slightest centimeter when confronted with an enemy or using the element of surprise and swiftness to gain advantage over his opponent.

Of course, as his lineage, he has always been around high standing and will always dress to impress. Galeran takes pride in doing the same for his charge, no matter who they may be. The problem seems to be more in keeping his charge from messing up the perfectly pressed formal suit or moving their bangs just slightly too the left. It doesn't help that his recent charge loves to keep the look of 'unruliness' with that stubble of his. And unfortunately for Galeran, he can't quite reach the top of his head without a stool's assistance.

[b][color=8dc73f]Personality:[/color][/b] As the second son of an honorable line of manservants that serve the crown, Galeran has always been the no-nonsense kind of person. To be perfect in everything he can possibly do is the mission given to him by his parents and past generations, which he wishes to fulfill admirably. 

The main problem is the people around him. The Regent King is always trying to pawn him off to some long task and there's the Crown Prince's Personal maids that always seem to be throwing everything into disarray. His work continues to pile on throughout the day and he can't seem to find anytime to be worrying about anything else. 

When it comes to his emotions, Galeran tries his best to keep them completely neutral. But after working or seeing his work for a long period of time, one can tell he can get rather stressed when he doesn't get all his work done. Being brought up in a servant's way of life, he doesn't have any experience in romance whatsoever and is not the best at dealing with rumors and gossip. Galeran is the best at composing his emotions when people insult him and only him. However, when people try to insult his charges or the people he cares about [s]even begrudgingly[/s] this can cause him to become quite the upstart. He can carry quite a grudge if he thinks someone has committed a heinous enough crime. 

[b][color=8dc73f]Biography:[/color][/b] Galeran has always been around the high class and castle since he was very small, the man comes from a long line of Belet manservants that have served the royal family of Hiertania for generations. As the second son, the family never expected him to take the side of the King, but there has always been a level of honor in the Belet family. So when the King fell ill and his brother Sir Adrian became the Regent King, there was a great hubbub. 

While not only his own family, but most of the other servants envied him, Galeran didn't find himself enviable. For one, the Regent King wasn't the type of man to be babied, especially since he had been in the military alone for so long. Secondly, he always seemed to give Galeran the most random duties that the manservant could only guess was to put him on some wild goose chase. This makes Galeran exasperated almost 24/7.

Along with taking care of his current charge, there's those silly maids of the Crown Prince. They seemed to not understand the concept of difference in social status when it comes to most of the royal family and will go out of their way to tease everyone they deem as suitable targets... Including him, his charge, and the Crown Prince. Although Galeran uses has loads of work to do, he still goes out of his way to lecture the three girls, though since Mirabelle has been working at the castle for a long time and he knows she's a good 'kid' he gives her some special treatment over the twin brats.

[b][color=8dc73f]Appearance:[/color][/b] Standing at a satisfactory height of 5'11, Galeran keeps a crisp and sophsticated look that makes others admire his appearance. His lighter brown hair is straighter than most and comes off as glossy after his special care of it. Besides that though, Galeran doesn't care much for his weirdly greenish brown eyes.

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[hider=Nendir Geladi]
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[b][color=lightblue]Name:[/color][/b] Nendir Geladi
[i]A Name of their original language that means "Stream"[/i]

[b][color=lightblue]Age:[/color][/b] 23

[b][color=lightblue]Role&Kingdom:[/color][/b] Bodyguard for the Ambassadors of Lutaires 
[s]Assassin[/s]

[b][color=lightblue]Skill and/or Weapon:[/color][/b] 
[i][u]Bodyguard:[/u] [/i]With a Swordsman and Heavily Weapons' Wielder by his side, Nendir uses a bow as his weapon of choice, said to be the most common weapon among the native Lutairians. As a long ranged fighter, Nendir lets his companions work as tanks or the main offense while he takes up the defense for his two noble ambassadors. Along with his trusty bow is a bronze sword that is used in cases of melee when an enemy slips past Caden and Bastian, though he is only average at using a sword at best.

[i][u]Assassin:[/u][/i] Besides these bulky items when on duty, Nendir also bronze blades underneath his clothes. Nendir uses his race's amazing hearing and night vision to full advantage as well. Nendir can hide his presence and breath, good at stealthy entrances and keeping to the shadows. Along with this, Nendir is also self-taught in hand-to-hand combat.

[b][color=lightblue]Personality:[/color][/b] Nendir keeps up a facade of always smiling at all times. It seems that when coming to socializing, he likes to entertain others and go with the flow. Always with a carefree voice and attitude, he loves to try to get Caden more involved with the people around him and introduce Bastian to [i]all[/i] the pretty ladies he can get to talk to him. He's the kind of guy that seems to be the popular follower. 

In reality, his smiles have never been truthful, the boy himself hasn't smiled in a long time. His positive emotions have pretty much been starved to death with his lack of hope and fake everyday life. However, nothing has dampened his angry and hatred in the least. His need for revenge is strong and continuing to move towards his goal is the only fulfillment he can get out of life. He doesn't enjoy, his time with his fellow companions...[i] h-he doesn't care for the relationships he has formed with his outer persona at all!
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Nendir also lies to himself a lot.

[b][color=lightblue]Biography:[/color][/b] When Nendir was a small boy, he lived in a border town between Hiertania and Lutaires. The reason most may not think the village was on the border was because it was in a valley completely closed off from the Hiertanian side, or so they thought. One of the Hiertanian thugs' scouts had gone deep into the landscape to find anything that could fetch a pretty penny and struck gold. Boulders were torn from the mountain and manmade landslides reeked havoc on the village. Lutairians ran from their homes, a normally peaceful folk that never had a proper protector being so cut off from other populations. The women and children cried, Nendir one of them as the thugs gathered all the good quality goods they could before splattering oil everywhere and setting it aflame.

But Nendir's father rallied up the villagers to fight against their attackers. They grabbed their tools and sharp objects and attacked... only to be completely slaughtered by the Hiertanian thugs. Nendir, being a small and cowardly child at the time, had been hidden away in the nearby forest area, and had to flee further away when the fire starting to spread farther through the vegetation. Days later Nendir was found at the foot of the mountain area almost starved to death and warriors from the capital were sent to investigate. Nendir thought of himself as a coward and wanted to seek revenge, able to show skill to one of the warriors coming back and catching a ride with him to the capital. There he endured life in an orphanage before the boy could train as a protector at the castle.

Nendir came in contact with a man who envisioned the same future as himself and was trained in the art of stealth. He began a plan that he would fulfill on his own, accepting to become a martyr, to murder the Hiertanian royal family that had such discrimination against his people and had allowed such violence to go on without stopping it. He didn't care what would become of the neighboring kingdom as long as Nendir got the revenge he thought he rightfully deserved.

[b][color=lightblue]Appearance:[/color][/b] Caring the lean body stucture of his people, Nendir is actually a bit shorter than men around his age. The bodyguard is quick and nimble, being able to collide against and attacker and use his body as a last defense to save the Ambassadors he is sworn to protect.
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